Thursday, January 10, 2013

Mr 2012


To all the men I Loved last year,
Thank You! 

Once upon before the world never ended, it occurred to me that I’d been 1 lucky Simba chippy ALL year Long! 

“How so?” you might ask, the answer to which is MEN! 

Yes mense, Men rocked my 2012! Not just in the dirty minded way you are completely entitled to assume I’m rambling on about, but I’m actually talking holistically here. They’ve been my hero’s; muses; Lovers;  friends; anchors; strength & mirrors even… but to name a few.
 
Don’t get it twisted, My year wouldn’t have been a mess without the men in It; because my ladies were there in full force holding it down as my angels; it’s just that many of the men who were active participants in my 2012, have actually communally been “My Man”.  Each has played his part in being to me what any woman would expect from their man, and for that I can merely thank them as Loudly as the World Wide Web! 

That being said, I’m going to name drop as many of you as I can muster, as a token of acknowledgement; thanks & hope that no matter what happens between you & I, there’ll always be an “US” . I love you gents & overly appreciate having mattered to you at any given point in your lives. 

**she blushes**

My Mr 2012’s:

(in alphabetical order)

Adey; Bo; Bongani M; Bradley; Brian; Damola; Dark Spark; Junior; Gareth;  Gontse; Kayb;Kongisto; Linda; Lwazi Prolific;Medicine;Meli; Motse; Mr C; Mr Makama;Malusi; Odi; Phaphama;Projektah; Shynin Armour; Solo; Tebogo; The King Pimp; True Jones; Tshepiso; Tux; Vincent & X 




Last but furthest from least,
Big Up’s to your Women past or present. Those ladies have some moerse great taste… myself included :)

Mcwah! 
  

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Weighing in at 60




I’m by no stretch of anyone’s imagination a Poppy Ntshongoana where body build is involved. When it comes to being happy with ones body however, I’m chuffed. Stoked nogal!

Once upon what seems like always, I was a weight-loss junkie. I bought into all sorts of products that sold me the skinny dream. No name concoctions from unsavoury pharmacists; herbal what not’s & teas. Cipla Trim tablets that had me buzzing sleeplessly for months… till I learnt that guzzling Southern Comfort as though it were a 2l coke, could counter act the sleeplessness effect of the now banned appetite suppressant.

My hazardous lifestyle reached the beginning of it’s end when one day I didn’t show up for work & no one could account for me. Despite my then frequent bunking antics, something about my absence was amiss. Thank heavens my colleagues gave enough of a damn to come around to my house & check.

What they found was a semi-conscious me, who’d bothered to unlock the door somewhere inbetween taking a shower; draping myself in a towel & blacking out. I was promptly rushed to a doctor who profusely warned me about my beloved pills.
Did I stop taking them?
No.
I was convinced that adopting a more sporadic approach to my dosage was a lesser thus safer dose than religiously twice a day.
Was I even losing any weight to begin with?
Nope, but the pill popping prevailed. 


BEFORE




Till one day I miraculously discovered starving.

I’d forgotten to eat & no appetite came round knocking on my stomach insisting I feed myself. 3 food free days later, I was on cloud 9 beaming with pride at the skinny future that lay ahead.

Yet again this fantasy “quick fix” was shattered by loving friends who saw to it that I was always in the company of someone & anyone. Turns out that I don’t know how not to eat, when surrounded by people who are eating. What a pity & life saver all at the same time.

I hadn’t been at the starving thing long enough for any weight to shed, but at least I learnt the truth about exactly how tiny my stomach is. What with my eating habits still being a very touchy topic, I make a kick ass poster child for health (Liver & lungs aside). There’s truthfully no crime in eating 1 meal a day; just don’t blame it on me if shit hits the fan… Better yet, stick to what works for you!

What works for me is Living Life!
Uninhibitedly dancing the night away; Passionate weekends of endless (protected) sex; Long purposeful walks to destinations that are truly too short to be driven to. Add a splash of play into that mix, et voila!
That’s the wholesome; heartfelt & failproof work out regime that works for me.

So what if my trunk won’t ever fit into size 28 jeans? I’m 10 K’s lighter & LOVING IT!


                                                                                                                          AFTER